Tessa’s eyes opened slowly to regard the vaulted roof of her cell. It was yellow sandstone like the rest of the building, orange-red veins of iron oxide giving it an organic quality like petrified wood. A warm light leaked in through the small, high window above her head, it was late, the sun was setting.
He was still there, blonde hair cascading across the pillow. She became aware of the cold in the air, the hairs of her arm standing erect. Tessa carefully got out of bed. She covered her lover with a blanket and dressed herself in her white dress, slippers and grey cloak, her only possessions. She needed to think, to calm the tempest in her head.
She headed for the sook and tried to loose herself in the loud chaotic marketplace.
At this time of day the sook turned from trade to entertainment and an assortment of food vendors serving those being entertained. Tessa found she could think almost as well in the hubbub of the sook as in the cloisters of the library. The sensory overload helped her to be alone in a very crowded place.
She should have been looking forward to her new path, her new master. She should have been tantalised by the voyage of discovery she was about to embark upon. The new training, new experiences, learning her place in his house, in his life, learning to serve Him.
And there was the problem, she could only think of her new master as him. With her old master it had always been Him, Master. Unquestionably, implicitly, indisputably her Master.
This blond angel had destroyed all that. She wanted to be with him, to live outside the rules of the city, like the savages did before the cataclysm, un-order, divided forever seeking their paths and finding only the abyss.
She stopped to watch a man juggling fire-clubs. The flames danced in her eyes echoing the dangerous thought’s running through her mind. She was like the juggler, holding in her hands her own destiny, one mistake and she would be burned, scarred forever.
There was a commotion in the crowd around her. Tessa heard swords being drawn. The crowd parted around her, leaving her at the centre of a rapidly growing circle of faces, illuminated by the juggler’s torches. The guard commander she had encountered earlier approached her, sword drawn.
“It’s her!”, said the commander menacingly.
The smooth steel of the commander’s sword rested on Tessa’s collar bone. “Damn you girl, what were you thinking?”. One of the guards unhooked Tessa’s cloak
The commander lunged forward, the sword slewed across Tessa’s throat, the skilful thrust cutting the dress from her shoulders.
Tessa was naked, surrounded by strangers. She silently thanked her old master for his training, she wanted to cry, to break down, for the earth to open up and swallow her, but she had been trained well. She was humiliated, unmasked as a deviant, a traitor to Villicci but she simply bowed her head and was led through the streets to her cell.
Her angel was gone, her possessions were gone. The blanket which had covered him was gone. She lay through the night, naked, curled in a ball, night chill seeping into her bones. At first she wondered what the morning would bring, she feared she knew. But later as the cold became painfully acute she simply thought of the now, the first part of her punishment for her transgression. It focussed her mind on the futility of her position. She had thrown away everything and was going to pay.
The dawn light heralded the last day of her life. The door of the cell was thrown open to reveal a hooded figure. Unbidden she stood and followed the dark spectre through the streets. The rough cobbles cutting her feet. She could not feel it because of the cold but knew her soles were becoming sore and broken.
After about half an hour they came to a palatial house in the peaceful east of the city. The hooded figure drew a key from the recesses of its robe and unlocked the dark entrance door. They entered and the figure locked the door behind them.
Tessa stood still in the centre of the hallway, not daring to move, was this the place of her execution? It seemed wrong somehow. It was airy and the light filtering in through the large windows promised to make it a bright, pleasant room.
A hand grasped the back of her neck in a vice like grip. “What do you think your Master thinks of your conduct?”
“I have no master?”
“Why’s that, a slave girl like you trained by a legendary Master like Govian should never be without a Master.”
“It is I who failed my Master Govian. I should be punished”. Tessa felt tears welling, she thought that she had come to terms with the depths of her wrong-doing, but standing on the cold marble of the hall with the dark spectre behind her she finally began to sob.
The hand on her neck forced her to her knees, then to all fours. She saw the spectre’s cloak fall to the floor, but dare not look at his face.
Tessa felt hands part her buttocks. An erect phallus was drawn down between her cheeks then thrust forward into her pussy. She had expected a sword across her neck, ending it all, but now felt her passion rising as she was taken from behind by the unseen assailant. Strong hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her back onto the member.
She wanted to cum, to cry out with her release, but she sensed that to do so would be wrong. This man was a master, or a master in training and only masters had the power to allow her orgasm.
“What do you think your Master would think of you now?”
“I have no Master, I do not deserve a Master.”
He thrust into her with a fiery burning passion. His hands bruised her shoulders their grip was so intense. He was so big inside her, the slave in her responding to this powerful commander. She feared she might cum and bring his displeasure raining down on her. She bit her lip until it bled, denied herself the glorious release she so desired.
One shoulder was released, but the pounding ceaseless. She felt a blade on her, tracing its way from the small of her back to the nape of her neck, then round until it rested a breath away from her throat.
“You may cum my little slave girl”, said the spectre, there was satisfaction in his voice.
And she came as the dagger was withdrawn from her throat and cast, clattering, to the side of the hall.
He new Master came too and then Tessa knew him the sound of his triumph. Her angel, her blonde angel.
She collapsed to the ground and let the glow of her orgasm subside. When she opened her eyes he was standing astride her.
“Govian trained you well. The beast inside you is still there, but it does not control you. You’re a credit to him.”
She was on her knees now looking up at him uncomprehending. “But I gave myself to a man who was not my Master?”
“Govian and I spoke many times before his death about you. He knew that I would enjoy seeing the animal in you before your new training began. It was not your decision, it was ours”
She bowed her head “My Lord, my Master”.
She began her new life.